grabbing Theo's shoulder, pushing past him It's Mattheo.

shutting the portrait behind him, leaning against it There was a fight. Down by the boathouse.

running a hand through his hair, voice shaky It got bad, Y/n. Really bad.

kneeling in front of your chair, eyes wide Someone cursed him. We don't know who. They were gone before we could—

cutting him off It doesn't matter who. What matters is what the curse did.

voice low They took something from him.

sitting on the arm of your chair, leg bouncing He's alive. He's fine physically. But it's like... he's not there anymore.

looking at you, jaw tight He can't feel anything, Y/n.